Like wings that rustle softly, emotion is fleet-footed <br />And transient. Not bogged down by mire, <br />Able to dance and then run wildly, not gravity borne <br />The intensity at times cannot be borne, <br />Born but not borne. <br /> <br />Emotion, like a flower's petals, that open to bloom <br />In spite of hostile elements, unthinking and naive <br />Innocent and brave, born to this world bright. <br /> <br />Like wings that rustle sofly, emotion is unreflective <br />Unthinking and illogical. The brightest garden blooms <br />Where grow the flowers; in the throes of deep emotion <br />The soul doesn't stagger but walks upright. <br /> <br />Emotion is the beginning and the end; the continuum <br />Of life's substance. Subsistence and the breath of life: <br />Softly, like wings rustling in the night, emotion comes. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emotion-like-wings/
